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N o v e m b c r, 1920
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THE VICE OF FOOLS
A Vitagraph Production by Francis James Directed by Edward Griffith and Featuring Alice Joyce
Fictionized by CHARLES ELLIOTT DEXTER
A BEAUTIFUL woman need never fear disappointment. Marion Rogers, the daughter of Stewart Rogers, whose offices at Broad and Wall Streets had been the rock against which the surging waves of many a financial tempest had swept in vain, was truly beautiful. But she did not understand the power of her beauty. Had she been of the type that regards life as a game in which the daring player wins the stakes, she might have had all the men of Forest Hills at her feet. But Marion, despite the fact that her mother had died when she was still a child and that her father had chosen a second wife, the former Mrs. Dudley-West, was of the retiring sort, the sincere type, a woman who swam with the deeper currents rather than floated on the surface.
Perhaps it had been the influence of Cameron West which had caused Marion to differ so greatly from the butterfly women of Forest Hills society. Cameron. the son of her step-mother, had entered the Rogers home when he was still a child. He had played hirle-and-seek in the park
CAST
Marion Rogers Alice Joyce
Cameron West Robert Gordon
Diana Spaulding .Ellen Cassity
Wingate Raywnnd Blonmrr
Mr. Rogers William Cooke
Mrs. Rogers Elisabeth Garrison
Mrs. Spaulding 4gnes Everett
back of the Rogers mansion, with Marion. He had played tennis with her ; had spent many of the evenings of his youth with her, attending dances, at home playing the piano and singing, at concerts and theater parties in town. To Marion, he had become the symbol if not the entirety of the male sex. He was Man, the clean-limbed, straightforward mate, whom Marion chose for herself.
Marion, of course, had broached no word of her gradually increasing love for Cameron. She felt safe in her possession of him. Did she not see him every day? Did he not admit her into the intimacies of his thought and action? Firm in the belief of her hold upon him, she merely awaited the day when he would speak to her and bring their association of childhood and youth into the maturity of manhood and womanhood by asking her to become his wife.
When Cameron did not arrive home for dinner one autumn evening, the three members of the Rogers family awaited his coming with differing emotions. To old Stewart Rogers, who